Was that when the dinosaurs were alive?

Nothing cries passing of time like hearing my six and two year old scream/singing, “Hey, teachers!  Leave those kids alone!”  And then asking, “Mom, can you repeat that song?”  Yeah, Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” was my favourite song when I was in kindergarten and I remember cruising along in my parents silver Buick with the wine coloured upholstery (a real pimp mobile) yelling from the backseat, “We don’t need no education!”

My gym instructor sometimes makes passing comments about how certain songs were from certain times in  her past.  This morning she was talking about how our shoulders song—AC/DC’s, thunder or something or another song (Forgive me, I don’t know the title.  I was a punker not a heavy metal queen.)—was played at her Homecoming.  A snide commentary about her age, I guess.  Although she is more fit than most twenty year olds.  But I had to laugh  when she said her kids asked her if her Homecoming was, “When the dinosaurs were alive?”  And all she could do was reply, “Yeah, that was when the dinosaurs were alive.”

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